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  1. Follow up - Punishment (Ymir's story) Ymir stood lined up side by side with her new companions in the 104th cadet corps, few of which she had even bothered talking to, let alone getting to know. She stared out across the training camp towards the setting sun and sighed. They had been ordered to line up for a training course, a task which seemed to the girl to be a complete and utter waste of time as it had (to her mind) absolutely nothing to do with the dangers they might conceivably face in the future. In fact, there were only two reasons she had bothered to show up at all. The first was that their rankings were on the line, but the second (and to her mind more important) reason was so that she could keep an eye on the one cadet she had grown to know and like: a young, slight and somewhat pathetic girl going by the name of Christa Lenz. To Ymir's immense annoyance however, the 104th had been split into two groups for this exercise, and she and Christa had ended up in different spots. As she stood grumbling over this however, she became aware of another irritation: a dull sensation of pressure pushing against her bladder. Normally, this would just prompt a quick visit to the bathroom, or bushes (whichever was closest), but she knew that they didn't allow cadets to wander off during line up. She let out an audible sigh of annoyance. This really isn't my day, huh? Eventually, the instructor showed up. She was a well-built woman with stern features. Good at her job, but not exactly known for being lenient on her students. She began grilling the cadets about endurance and the importance of fortitude and perseverance, all of which was like water off a duck's back to the increasingly impatient Ymir, and then finally she gave the order for everyone to prepare to run the training course. Ymir toyed with the idea of simply sneaking off behind the camp to relieve herself now, but decided she could wait until after she'd completed the course, so as to hopefully gain herself a more favourable spot in their eventual rankings. She took a moment to gather herself, and then began running. The course was longer than she had expected, with several hurdles and crawlspaces intermittently dotted about it, and with shouts from the instructor ringing out across it nearly constantly it was far from a pleasant experience. What's more, each cadet had to complete the course several times over to prove their endurance (which would've been a difficult task for most even at the best of times) and after 20 minutes of running, climbing and crawling the constant jostling was really beginning to take a toll on Ymir's now quite full bladder. She felt it's contents sloshing back and forth, imploring her to hurry up and find a spot where she could let it all out. 5 more minutes, and she decided enough was enough. She jumped out of the course track, and began casually walking towards the bathrooms. However, she was stopped in her tracks by the booming voice of the instructor. “Cadet! Where is it you think you're going?” she shouted. Ymir turned and gave the instructor a withering look. “I gotta take a piss. That unusual?” she responded sarcastically. The instructor did not look impressed. “You mean you didn't go before we started? And why exactly might that be?” she demanded to Ymir's annoyance. “Listen, I'm not some kid who needs to be reminded to go potty before heading out, I pee whenever I have to pee, that make enough sense for ya?” The instructor narrowed her eyes. “So, you think the titans are gonna wait for you to relieve yourself while you're out on a mission, cadet?” Ymir shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno, I think that's your area of expertise, isn't it? What I do know is that my bladder isn't gonna wait for me to finish your course, so if you'll excuse me I have some business I need to attend to.” That last comment apparently didn't sit too well with the instructor, and so it was that Ymir found herself saddled with an evening's punishment. She was tasked with spending an hour peeling potatoes for that night's supper, not too bad a punishment on it's own, but the instructor had insisted that she refrain from relieving herself until the hour was up to “give her some incentive to get it done on the double”. This left Ymir fuming, but she knew now that talking back or arguing wouldn't get her anywhere with this woman. And so after she had completed the course (much to her annoyance and discomfort), Ymir gritted her teeth and settled down to begin her task, with her instructor seating herself behind her to make sure she stuck to it. The first 10 minutes or so weren't too bad, as she simply shifted every once in a while to take some pressure off her aching bladder, but as the minutes dragged on she began to get more and more desperate. Around the 30 minute mark she crossed her legs, cursing silently under her breath as her bladder continued to stretch and fill. 50 minutes in and she couldn't sit still anymore, and began shifting in place trying everything to take her mind off just how badly she had to pee. She tried fantasizing about what Christa would do if she were stuck in the same situation, and while it was entertaining all the results that line of thought brought to mind just made her more desperate for relief. She fantasized about punching the stupid instructor that put her in this situation in the face, and that made her chuckle, which in turn put more pressure on her strained bladder which by now was seriously threatening to take matters into it's own hands. She tried thinking about something, anything to distract herself, but her mind wasn't having it anymore. The only thing she could think about was peeing. Still, she kept her composure, clenched her thighs together, and calmly continued her work. Finally, the instructor spoke up again. “Alright, finish that one and then you can go. And you better hope you don't piss me off again, or you'll be getting much worse than this, got it?” she demanded. “Yeah, whatever.” Ymir hissed in return. The instructor, satisfied, got up and began making her way over to the area where the officer's outhouses were located. Evidently, she'd been holding it a while herself. Ymir glared at her as she walked, cursing her under her breath. “Here's hoping you piss yourself on the way over...” she mumbled after the steadily shrinking figure. However, that snide comment came back to bite her as just as she finished peeling the last part of the potato she felt a spurt of urine force it's way out of her and dampen her underclothes. “Agh, damn it!” she exclaimed, clenching her legs together and biting down on her lip. She hastily but steadily rose to her feet, taking care not to let any more of her bladder's contents escape in the process, and began stiffly and deliberately walking towards the cadet's barracks. The communal bathrooms lay in the opposite direction, but for reasons Ymir couldn't quite fathom they had to be kept locked up when not in use, and so she first had to retrieve the key from inside the barracks. The delay was unavoidable, but it really wasn't something she needed right now. Nevertheless, she made it inside, and walked across the dining hall to collect the key from the alcove in which it was located. As she walked, one of the cadets she had been training with spoke up. “Well, look who decided to join us! How's dinner coming along, huh?” he chuckled. She turned and looked over the culprit. He was slouching in his chair, legs kicked up on the table. He was short, skinny, had a shaved head, and looked rather pleased with himself for his imagined witty comment. She gave him an unimpressed look, doing her best not to let any sign of just how desperate she was show. “If that's the best you got, I'm not interested sweetie.” she retorted, quickly picking the key off it's hook and heading out once more. However, just as she made it to the bottom of the steps leading out of the barracks she stopped dead in her tracks. Her bladder was by now full to bursting, and despite her best efforts it managed to force another jet of pee into her pants. She looked over at the bathrooms, and estimated that it'd only take about a minute to walk over there, maybe two in her condition, but she'd had enough. Maybe she could make it, maybe not, but she really didn't care anymore. She had to pee. Now. “Screw it, I'm going...” she mumbled to herself. And so, taking a quick glance around to make sure she wasn't being watched, she shuffled to the side of the steps and moved her hands to the buckle on her belt, slightly parting her legs in preparation. Just as she was about to undo it however she heard a voice ring out from the top of the steps. To her annoyance, it undoubtedly belonged to the same cadet who had been mocking her in the hall. “Whoa, what'dya think you're doing there?” he questioned with a mischievous grin. Ymir gritted her teeth. Without turning around, she addressed her unwelcome companion, pausing her undressing manoeuvre as she did so. “I gotta piss, bad, so I'm taking care of it.” she replied matter-of-factly. “Well, bathrooms are right over there y'know. I mean, you've got the key haven't you? Besides, peeing right outside the barracks... that's not a good look for a cadet.” Ymir looked over her shoulder, hands still clasped firmly around her belt buckle. “So what? Nobody has to know.” The cadet chuckled again. “Right, right, nobody except you, me, and whoever I decide to tell, eh?” Ymir scoffed. “Heh, if you wanna blackmail me you're gonna have to do a lot better than that, sweetheart. You really think I give a crap if people know I pissed on the ground?” “No, but our instructors might care if they knew what you were getting up to. I mean, you could get kicked out for that kind of behavior. Sure would be a shame if someone caught you in the act and decided to tell, wouldn't it?” the boy retorted with a sly smirk. Ymir removed her hands from her belt and narrowed her eyes. She felt another few drops escape from her desperately full bladder as she did so, and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her composure much longer. She looked over her shoulder again. “Hey, uh... your name's Connie, right? Well listen here Connie... I don't know if you lost a bet in there, or if you actually are just stupid enough to wanna pick a fight with me, but if you don't leave right now and keep that big mouth of yours shut, you are really not gonna like-” At this point, the door to the barracks swung open to reveal yet another cadet. In contrast to the skinny, small-framed Connie, this one was built like a bull. “The hell's going on here?” he calmly demanded. Connie's face lit up to a sarcastic grin. “Oh hey, Reiner! You won't believe what this girl's about to do... She says she's gonna pee on the ground! Like, right now!” he excitedly exclaimed, pointing toward the increasingly irritated Ymir. Reiner simply sighed. “Seriously? Why don't you just use the outhouse like a normal person? Not that I care that much mind you, but it's against camp rules for cadets to relieve themselves anywhere but the bathrooms. Surely you don't have to go that bad?” “Yeah, surely, right?” Connie interjected, barely containing another bout of laughter. At this point Ymir had had enough. She felt her hold on her bladder beginning to slip and so, panicked, desperate and balancing on a knife's edge above a total accident, she snapped. Completely breaking her composure, she spun around to face her tormentors, desperately shoved her hands in between her legs and pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could. “Yes assholes, I do have to go “that bad”! I've been holding it for hours and I need to take a piss RIGHT NOW, so you clowns better back the hell off and give a girl some privacy or so help me I'll beat both of you into the ground, got it?!” she yelled, her freckled face starting to turn red from the effort of holding it in so long. This outburst, however unsightly, very much had the desired effect. Connie looked absolutely terrified, and Reiner looked shocked. After a few seconds, he gently grabbed Connie by the shoulder. “Uh... right. Got it. We'll just... head inside then.” he said, his gaze never leaving the enraged and persistently squirming Ymir. Connie didn't speak at all, and merely allowed himself to be led back inside by his companion. As soon as they left, Ymir let out a desperate groan and turned back to undo her belt. This was it. Her bladder was stretched to the absolute limit. Regardless of what she did, she was about to pee. Spurt after spurt dampened her underclothes as she reached for the buckle on her belt. She pulled at it. Stuck. “No, no, no, don't you dare!” she hissed as she clawed at it in panic. Desperately, she pulled her shirt up to try and find out what was the matter, and she quickly identified the problem. Her bladder was bulging out so far that it had stretched her belt to the point where the buckle was unworkable. The spurts hissing out from between her legs had now graduated to a steady trickle, and she knew she had to act fast to prevent a full-blown disaster from occurring. After only a few seconds of frantic thought, she came up with a solution. If she bent over and pushed the belt inwards, she felt certain she could loosen it enough to get it off. Only one problem: if she applied that much pressure to her abdomen she was 100% sure that she wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore. She quickly weighed her options, and decided that it was her only choice outside of completely wetting herself. And so, mustering all her remaining strength, she spread her legs, bent, then pushed. Immediately the steady trickle burst out into a gushing (and incredibly loud) pale-yellow torrent, but to her delight Ymir finally managed to unbuckle the belt. Frantically, she tried to yank her pants down, but they got caught only halfway down her thighs. Now completely panicking, she desperately tried to cross her legs and hold back the flood long enough to get them all the way down, but it was too late. Her bursting, exhausted bladder had finally given out and was now unleashing a veritable river of urine with absolutely no chance of stopping it. She made a few more half-hearted attempts to clench her sphincter and halt (or at least slow) the flow, and then finally gave herself over to the ecstasy of relief and relaxed, letting out a long, blissful sigh as a yellow stain quickly engulfed her pants. She had needed this. She had needed this so badly. Man, this feels so good... why didn't I just give up and piss myself sooner? She thought in an almost trance-like state. She kept peeing for what felt like an eternity before she was finally empty again. As the last few drops of urine escaped her though, the incredible feelings of relief slowly subsided, and gave way once more to annoyance as she remembered what the cause of this mess had been. She huffed. “Damn those two... They better watch their asses from now on.” she muttered angrily, turning and setting off back into the barracks once more to find a fresh set of clothes and some hot water to wash herself with. A small respite in this was that when she entered the hall she found it empty, save for a very sheepish looking Connie, sitting in the corner, unblinkingly staring at her soaked white pants with a look that could only be described as one of fear. As she met his gaze and idea formed in her head and she smirked, marching slowly and deliberately over to him, and pushing her hands down on the table in front of him. “So, I'm thinkin' you can guess what just happened out there, right?” she half-whispered with a grin. “I-I don't... um-” Connie managed to squeak. “Don't bullshit me, it's clear as day that I just pissed myself, right?” Connie hesitantly nodded. “Good... Now, that's just fine in my mind. Y'know, thinking about it I'm not really even that mad at you. But hear this... If I hear you make even one single joke about this, it'll be the last time you ever laugh at anything, okay?” she said calmly. Connie gulped, and then managed a very quiet “yeah, okay”. Ymir stood back up again and smiled, satisfied. Now then... where'd Reiner run off to?
  2. Glad you're enjoying it! It means a lot and helps me out with writing to hear what people think about my stories like that, whether it's positive or negative! And as said, if you have any scenarios you'd like me to include, or any other suggestions for the story I more than welcome them!
  3. Chapter 2: The Captain and the Country Girl Lizzie led Isabelle through the streets and up the city level by level. The further they walked, the more Isabelle became convinced that the city simply went on forever. Her head was swimming, both with the events of the day and with thoughts of what was yet to come. Feeling herself starting to get increasingly nervous and overwhelmed, she turned to make conversation with her new unexpected companion who was still marching along next to her, whistling a whimsical tune to herself. “So uh… this captain of yours… Amelia, was it? What’s she like?” “Captain Amelia? I’m shocked you ain’t ‘eard the tales about ‘er! She’s the most fearsome an’ respectable captain ever to take to the skies, she is! On top ‘a that, she flies the finest ship what you’ll ever lay your eyes on, a real beast o’ the skies! What’dya think ‘a that eh, greenleg?” Lizzie excitedly exclaimed. Isabelle gulped. “I… L-Lizzie, do you really think someone like that will have any use for me on her ship?” “‘Course she will! Give ‘er a sec to warm to ya an’ I reckon you’ll fit right in no problem!” Lizzie assured her with a grin. “If you say so…” Isabelle mumbled. Finally, the two arrived at the edge of one of the extensive skydocks that jutted out along the outside of the city, like jagged metal hands stretching towards the horizon. Above the entryway hung a sign which read “Scrapper Exchange Dock”. Lizzie began skipping down the length of the walkway and quickly beckoned for Isabelle to follow her. She did so reluctantly, realizing that looking out across the immense drop from the level of the city on which she now found herself was quite different from actually walking over it. As she stepped out and began walking across the wide, firm, yet rough-looking metal path the sounds of gushing steam, whirring engines, and the hoarse shouting of crewmen became ever more pronounced. She passed by many vessels, each seemingly larger than the last, ever wondering which one of them would be taking her up into the skies for the first time in her life. She allowed herself a cautious smile as excitement began to take over from anxiety once more. This truly was to be the beginning of her adventure out into the world. Finally, Lizzie signaled for Isabelle to stop walking. Still grinning, she swept her hand out across one of the airships. “There you ‘ave ‘er, the best scrapper vessel ever to grace the skies!” she declared “The mighty, the terrifyin’, an’ the right bloomin’ beautiful… it’s the one an’ only, The Gloomy Wanderer!” Isabelle looked out at the ship that lay anchored in front of her and cocked her head. It appeared to be about 60 feet in length with a somewhat deep hull and two air balloons suspended above it, one big one that ran from the front of the ship along the length of the deck and one smaller one at the back. Not tiny as such, but it wasn’t quite the magnificent warship Isabelle had envisioned. The way it was constructed wasn’t exactly anything to boast about either. With a hull consisting mainly of what looked to be pine wood and several crudely forged metal plates all held together by thick steel beams the ship did at least look sturdy, but it was a far cry from the mighty, ornate vessels of the imperial fleet with their polished heavy oaken panels, reinforced with twice-forged steel plating. Across the side of the hull was painted a red raven that looked to be carrying a lantern. “I know what you’re thinkin’ there, lassie… “How could I ever be worthy a’ servin’ on such a fine ship”, eh? Well don’t you worry yourself ‘bout that. Just follow my lead an’ you’ll be fine, I swears it!” Lizzie exclaimed, putting a friendly hand on Isabelle’s shoulder. “Right…” Isabelle muttered, still not taking her eyes of the ship. A sudden pat from the aforementioned hand snapped her out of her puzzled trance and she turned once more towards Lizzie. “Well then, if you’re quite done gawkin’ let’s not waste any more time, ‘aright? Sky’s waitin’ for ya, greenleg!” she declared as she hopped joyfully aboard the craft. Isabelle trudged after the girl, making sure to keep her eyes on the narrow gangplank as she walked across it. Just before she touched down on the deck however, she heard a voice booming out from ahead of her. “Elizabeth Sintch, you’re late! We’ve had to delay the launch for at least half an hour thanks to your tardiness!” Isabelle was so taken aback by this sudden occurrence that she nearly lost her footing, tripping over onto her knees where she desperately clasped the sides of the gangplank to steady herself. When she looked up she was greeted by the sight of a man towering over both her and Lizzie. He was easily over six-foot-five and built like a bull, with thick-set arms and legs. His skin was dark and weather-beaten, while a pair of deep-set brown eyes stared forth from his rough face. Though he was completely bald, he sported a bushy, white (and somewhat unkempt) moustache. As for his attire he wore only a pair of loose black pants attached with suspenders which stretched up across a half-open white shirt. Isabelle looked at the man, afraid of what kind of trouble he was about to get Lizzie into, but when she looked back at her companion she was surprised to see her shooting the man a mocking grin. “Hah! So that’s thirty more minutes for you to slack of an’ nap eh, Sammy?” The man shrugged. “I take pride in getting my work done efficiently, that’s all. If you catch me napping it’s because the ship and crew are already in perfect condition! Besides, when I’m working the helm I never sleep, unlike you on lookout duty.” The two then burst out laughing, and the man slapped a friendly hand down on Lizzie’s head with such force that it looked to Isabelle like he’d crush her. However, she simply brushed him off and continued her laughing fit. During this episode, Isabelle had managed to clamber up the last part of the gangplank, shakily get to her feet and brush her coat off with a sigh. At this, the man turned and began looking her over. “My my, what have we here?” he said, putting his hands behind his back and leaning in almost uncomfortably close to Isabelle with a warm smile. Isabelle took a step back and awkwardly attempted to return the man’s smile. “Ah- um… M-My name’s Isabelle.” she stuttered. The man backed off and jerked his thumb toward her. “This our new navigator, Lizzie?” Lizzie nodded eagerly. “Aye, a greenleg straight from the Cascades no less!” “Huh, might come in handy then. Well then Isabelle, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” the man said. “Y-Yes, you too mister… Sammy, was it?” she trailed off looking over to Lizzie for help as she did so. “The name’s Samsworth Arrowe, but you can call me Mr. Arrowe. Everybody else on board does, ‘cept this brat.” he said, kneading a fist into Lizzie’s head as he did so. She quickly pushed his arm off to the side with a chuckle. “Aye, ‘es our crew’s chief ‘elmsman.” she said, pointing to the ship’s wheel that sat on a raised deck near the back of the vessel. “As well as the captain’s personal favorite.” Arrowe added with a proud smile, rubbing one end of his mustache as he did so. As soon as he said that however, he received an annoyed look and an ineffectual slap across his right arm from Lizzie. “Oh, don’t you go fillin’ the new girl’s ‘ead with lies now, you! You’re first mate, quite bloomin’ different from bein’ ‘er favorite I’d say!” Arrowe shrugged again, smirking at the girl as he did so. “Say what you will, you’ll come to accept the truth soon enough. Anyway, whatever my status here on the ship, Isabelle, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” he said, extending a hand to her as he did. She clasped it, giving herself over to a rough handshake. “And you, Mr. Arrowe. I look forward to working with you.” Arrowe laughed. “Hah! Now there’s a proper greeting! Do take notes, Elizabeth.” The girl simply frowned in response. As he ended the handshake however, yet another voice rang out across the ship. However, unlike the welcoming and booming symphony that was Arrowe’s voice, or the comparatively playful and energetic chatter of Lizzie, this voice was stern and held a distinctly calculating note. “I take it from this ruckus that Miss Sintch has returned, correct?” Arrowe immediately straightened his back and turned to address the owner of the new voice. “Aye, Captain.” he declared. So this must be Captain Amelia. Isabelle thought to herself. She looked the woman over, growing more and more awed as she did so. She was tall, even noticeably taller than Isabelle herself (though not quite approaching the towering stature of Mr. Arrowe) and she seemed to be quite well-built to boot. Going by the features on her pale face, Isabelle would estimate that she was in her late twenties, perhaps even early thirties, but the fierce and weathered look in her bright blue eyes made her appear much older. She had a crimson red bob cut which swept down across the right side of her face, framing her small, ever so slightly pointed nose and topped off with a black tricorn hat. Isabelle also noticed that she had a metal pin depicting a raven attached to one side of it. In addition to that she wore a somewhat tight-fitted black tailcoat, with a black shirt adorned with golden buttons, as well as a pair of equally tight-fitted white pants. On her feet she wore a pair of knee-high black leather boots with a pair of silver buckles strapped across the top of them. She even had a pair of silver epaulets across her shoulders, the mark of a captain who had been recognized within the Imperiate. In contrast to the ship, Amelia perfectly matched and perhaps even surpassed Isabelle’s expectations of what an airship’s captain would look like. “Excellent.” the woman continued “And tell me, Miss Sintch, did you manage to use to money I gave you to hire a skilled enough navigator for our journey?” Lizzie cheerfully bounded up to her with a grin spread from ear to ear. “Did even better I did, captain! Swiped us a gal right outta the Cascades, and what’s more I didn’t waste a single coin on ‘er! She’s a right good sport ‘bout the idea of flyin’ too, ‘least for a greenleg, she is.” Isabelle glared at Lizzie as the captain let out a sigh. “Just what we needed…” she sarcastically mumbled “Well, inexperienced or not we’ll be casting off imminently, so she’ll have to do I suppose. Come along then girl, I’d like to learn what you’re made of before we leave. As for the rest of you, Tom’s had dinner and tea prepared below deck. As soon as you’ve eaten, I want you to get the ship ready for departure.” Arrowe and Lizzie both enthusiastically saluted the woman in response. “Aye, captain! We’ll be airborne within the hour!” Seemingly satisfied, Amelia gave a short nod, then turned and began walking back to her cabin, gesturing for Isabelle to follow her as she did so. Isabelle obeyed, but as she began walking she became aware of a slight tingle and a dull feeling of pressure pushing against her abdomen. “It’s just nerves, Isabelle… calm down...” she whispered to herself. The captain’s cabin was small and somewhat cramped, with a dark wooden floor and walls, bathed in light from oil lanterns that hung from the low ceiling. There was a wooden table in the middle of the room, which was covered in a red tablecloth and stacked with candles, maps and books. Set behind the table was an ornate yet somewhat worn-looking padded wooden chair upon which the captain seated herself, looking over Isabelle as she did so. “Well then, let’s start simple… Your name.” Isabelle was snapped out of her bewildered state. “Oh, um, i-it’s Isabelle. Isabelle Laurent.” “So, Miss Laurent… Elizabeth reckons you’d do well as our new navigator then, does she? Well I’m curious… do you agree with her assessment of your usefulness?” Isabelle gulped. “I-I… well I’ll… try my best.” she stuttered. In response to this, the captain lent forward and crossed her arms. “That’s not what I asked, girl... but no matter. I’m not much for talk anyway, and since you’ll be flying with us regardless I’ll see what you’re worth once we’re in the sky. You’re from the Cascades then, yes?” “Y-Yes, captain. I’ve uh… spent my whole life there. I mean… until now, of course.” Isabelle shifted in place, nervously averting her eyes from the fierce woman seated in front of her. She couldn’t tell if it was just the situation making her anxious, or if it really was her body once more asking for relief, but she was now aware of a growing feeling of discomfort in her bladder. Do I seriously have to go again? She looked over at the door, wondering where the bathroom might be on a ship like this, but when the captain once again spoke she immediately snapped back to attention. “Good. We’re planning a salvage mission in that area, an old wreck about 3 days flight out from our current position. Several scrapping companies Your knowledge of the region should come in handy, even if you are a greenleg.” “Captain I… was wondering what that word meant. I’m uh… guessing it’s not a good thing.” The captain let out a short chuckle. “It’s aeronaut speak for someone who’s never flown before, although if I were you I wouldn’t expect Elizabeth to stop referring to you as such for some time yet.” “Yes, that’s… just about what I expected. I-If you don’t mind me asking though, is there… something I could call her in return?” Isabelle asked curiously, although a glare from the captain quickly made her regret her question. “If there is, you should learn it in your own time. After all, if you want to keep flying with me and my crew you’ll have to learn to adapt to your new environment on your own.” as she said this, Amelia lowered her eyes and looked straight into Isabelle’s. “Speaking of which… I know Miss Sintch recruited you, but I’m assuming you’re here by choice, so I find myself wondering… what was it that made you decide you wanted to join my crew, girl?” she asked. Isabelle was taken aback by the captain’s question and looked down at the ground awkwardly. She paused for a moment before speaking. “I… are you… familiar with the Farlight, captain?” Amelia scoffed. “The legendary great valley running the length of the Old World? I’d wager that there isn’t a captain within the Imperiate who hasn’t heard of it. What’s it to you though?” All of a sudden, Isabelle felt very self-conscious. This was the first time she’d ever been confronted about her dreams and ambitions. But she refused to back out now… “Well… I…” she took a deep breath and met the captain’s steely gaze “One day, I-I’d like to… to see it! T-To fly along it, and out into the distant Reaches. To see the icefields of the far north, a-and the endless oceans of the west!” For the first time, the guarded look in captain Amelia’s eyes seemed to waver, giving way to a flicker of recognition as she gazed at her new crewmate. As quickly as it had come though, the flicker disappeared once more. The captain smiled, then wordlessly rose to her feet and walked past Isabelle towards the cabin door. As she opened it, she looked back over her shoulder. “I’m guessing you’re quite hungry, as well as rather parched there. Our ship’s cook Tom has prepared food and drink below deck for the crew, and I want you to join them and eat your fill. It’ll be a good opportunity for you to introduce yourself and get settled in. We take to the skies in 30-minutes sharp, and I’ll call on you once we’re airborne to take up your position of navigator. Welcome to the crew, Isabelle.” With that, captain Amelia strode out of the little cabin and set off along the deck, checking every rope and rivet as she marched the length of the ship. Isabelle simply stood in awe. Had she really just been signed on? Just like that? Still in a daze, she wandered after the captain, but as soon as she left the cabin she felt a hand grasp onto her shoulder. She squeaked in shock and jumped back to identify the owner of the hand, feeling the contents of her bladder slosh around uncomfortably as she did so. She crossed her legs subtly and looked up to see the hulking frame of Arrowe looming above her once again, a giant, warm grin set across his face. “Cloud.” he said. “I-I… what?” Isabelle stuttered in bewilderment. Arrowe chuckled. “If you do really want to get under Elizabeth’s skin, call her a “cloud”.” Isabelle looked at the man for a moment, then allowed herself a sheepish grin. “Thank you, Mr. Arrowe.” “Come now, Tom gets furious if you let his food go cold before eating it.” Arrowe said, as began wandering towards the steps that led to the lower deck of the ship. Isabelle followed, but kept casting her gaze from side to side, hoping to find some sign of a bathroom. She gently pressed a hand between her legs as they walked. Damn it… I’ll be in trouble if I don’t take care of this soon… Author's note: Sorry for the long wait! Holidays have been a busy time for me this year, but never fear, the next part is already in the works and rest assured, it more than makes up for the relative lack of omo content in this chapter! Thank you all for the feedback and support, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!
  4. Author's note: Welcome to the Farlight Chronicles! This is an original work and is planned to be an ongoing adventure starring the young lady Isabelle and her desperate adventures through an alternate steampunk fantasy world. Though there is already a main plotline in place, I welcome any tips or requests for how you'd like to see the story go (as well as any particular scenarios you'd like to see happen) and of course, I'm more than happy to hear any feedback on the story and my writing style. Without further ado, let's get into it! I hope you enjoy. More chapters coming soon... Prologue: In the vast lands of the Old World, ever ravaged by the changing tides of progress, commerce and war, a lone girl rides by carriage towards a mighty city, one of the largest ever built. The girl has pale skin, with long dark brown hair and striking amber eyes. She has dressed her best in preparation for her visit, sporting a long black overcoat, a white vest covering a red shirt and a pair of black pants, as well as tightly fitted black boots, reaching all the way up to her knees. On her head rests a dignified stovepipe, tilted slightly back to accentuate her carefully groomed side-parting. She is nervous. This kind of presentation is far from what she is used to, and the place she is headed is known to be far less than friendly to visitors from the countryside. That said, she cannot help but feel a sense of anticipation for her visit, as whatever downsides the city may hold it is still a place of opportunity. An opportunity for her to forge a new life. An opportunity to fly along the farlight, and see all the world has to offer with her own two eyes. Chapter 1: Out of her depth Isabelle had spent her entire live living in one of the little forested ground villages of the Cascades, a vast and sparsely populated region of the Vaal Imperiate dominated mostly by farmland and rolling hills, largely untouched by the march of progress that the rest of the world had succumbed to. She had only ever glimpsed the technological marvels of the Imperiate in passing, and as such the feeling she felt upon first entering the sprawling multi-leveled city of Midway and taking in the sight of the towering buildings, factories clad in smoke, and extensive aerodromes from which airships of all shapes and sizes were constantly departing and arriving could only be described as one of utter amazement. When she was still only a child she had been awed by the tales of aeronauts, and the sight of mighty dreadnaughts, smaller but fiercer frigates and giant cargo ships that occasionally flew above her village and had long dreamed of being able to join in that lifestyle. To that end she had arrived in the city to seek work on one of the vessels, but this goal was quickly waylaid by her fascination with the bustle of city life as she wandered about watching the busy locals walk by, and marveling at the vast networks of machinery that kept the city functioning. She walked aimlessly for close to an hour, until she finally found herself leaning against the railing at the very edge of one of the upper levels of the city, situated several hundred feet above the ground. Looking out across the built-up land surrounding the city, she felt like she must be at the very top of the world, like a goddess looking down on her realm from the top of a magnificent mountain. However, as she took a deep breath and allowed herself to settle and relax, she became aware of a problem that was certainly not befitting of a goddess. In her excitement she had completely neglected her body’s needs. She felt a little tired, maybe a touch hungry too, but more than anything she had to pee. Growing up in the countryside she was used to simply sneaking off into the woods and relieving herself in privacy whenever the need got bad enough, and as such she was very much unused to holding it. The sprawling cityscape would however provide few opportunities for such secluded relief. She briefly scanned her eyes across the streets from where she stood, shifting in place as she did so. “Dammit…” she muttered, as she glumly resigned herself to holding it in until she could find a proper bathroom where she could pee in peace. She set off to search for one, but her expedition yielded no success. Street after street she paced, finding nothing but residences, factories and stores, none of which she could pluck up the courage to ask the gruff and busy-looking people who occupied them if they wouldn’t mind sharing their facilities. As her need grew ever more pronounced, she considered simply diving into one of the alleys, pulling her pants aside and letting go, but despite her bladder’s protests she repeatedly dismissed the thought. “No way I could ever do that with so many people walking by…” she mumbled to herself as she subtly crossed her legs in an attempt to reduce the pressure that was now constantly reminding her of her impending desperation. Her search eventually led her back down to the lower levels of the city, where her straining body finally convinced her to ask for directions from one of the locals. After a few attempts to catch the attention of the rapidly passing pedestrians her eyes settled on one particular person, a girl who looked to be about her age who was sitting on a large crate idly cleaning her nails with an iron pick. She was short, thin, and had a shock of ginger hair messily cut to just above chin-length as well as a small collection of freckles which dotted her pale face. Set into that face were a pair of big, hazel-brown eyes. As for her clothing she wore a long, dark grey overcoat with a coal-stained white shirt underneath and a pair of suspenders holding up her rough, brown pants. She also had a pair of scratched-up goggles strapped across a grey stovepipe hat, that almost mimicked Isabelle's own attire, only it was considerably shorter and more crooked. Isabelle stiffly walked up to her, trying her best not to betray just how badly she had to go. She stopped just a few feet in front of the girl and cleared her throat. “Um, excuse me miss… I was wondering if you could direct me to-“ The girl jumped up with a start, and to Isabelle’s surprise unsheathed a small knife, pointing it directly at her throat. “Oi, who do you think you are, sneakin’ up on a gal like that? You a license hunter?” she demanded, waving the blade menacingly in front of her. Isabelle was shocked, almost to the point of speechlessness. “I- n-no, I’m just looking for-“ “Right, right, so you’re with a rival company then, eh? Well this spot’s been booked by captain Amelia, and I’m ‘ere on her behalf, so get lost ya rat!” Isabelle started stepping from foot to foot. This girl's constant shouting certainly wasn’t helping her situation in the slightest… Even so, she continued trying to explain herself. “I-I’m not with any company, I’m not even from here! I-I just need you to show me-“ Once again, the girl interrupted. “Aha! So you’re one a’ them thugs what tried to run my good captain out a’ Highfall last week, are ya? Well guess what, I’m right tough I am, so if you think you can scare me outta’ ‘ere you can shove it up your-“ “Shut it!” yelled Isabelle, finally running out of patience. The girl looked completely caught off guard by this sudden display, lowering her knife and simply staring blankly at her. “I’m not with a company, I’m not from Highfall, and I’m not a whatever-it-was hunter, I just really need you to show me how to get to the bathroom, okay?” After a moment the girl regained her composure and cocked her head. “I- bathroom? Well… I dunno, most folks ‘round ‘ere just shower every so often, eh? Why’d ya need a bath so badly anyway? You look cleaner than most ‘a the folk what live ‘round these parts. Aw, don’t tell me you’re one a’ them fancy people…” Isabelle pushed a hand into her crotch. She really didn’t have time for this… “Wh- no I don’t need a bath! I need to… use the facilities.” she tried, her cheeks taking on a slight red hue. The girl sighed in frustration. “What “facilities”, eh? Do you even know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout? Honestly, love you gotta be more specific with these kind a’ things, I'm not a bloomin’-“ “Pee! I have to pee, okay? And I don’t know how to find the bathroom, or facilities or whatever you people call them and this place is like a damn maze and I’ve been holding it for ages now so could you please, please just show me where I can pee!” Isabelle finally yelled. The girl looked shocked at first, but after a brief pause she started to giggle. “Oh, I get’s it now, you really aren’t from Midway, are ya lassie?” Isabelle looked down, crossing her legs as she did so. “No, I’m not… I’m from a village in the Cascades…” “Ah, a proper greenleg then, I takes it? Well ‘ere’s your first lesson I suppose… ‘round here, when we have to take a piss we call it “hittin’ the blocks”. That work for ya, love?” the girl grinned. “I-I guess…” Isabelle mumbled in an embarrassed tone, still shifting in place. “Well, go on then.” the girl said expectantly. “Go on… what?” “Tell me what ya need!” the girl giggled. “I… um… well I need to… hit the blocks.” Isabelle said, turning more and more red by the second. To her surprise, the girl then grabbed her arm. “Well, why didn’t ya just say so! C’mon now, it’s just ‘round this corner ‘ere. Name’s Lizzie by the way, since you didn’t ask. “Elizabeth” if you really are one ‘a them fancy folk. What about yourself?” “Um… it’s Isabelle… P-Pleasure to meet you.” mumbled Isabelle in response. “Quite the same, lassie! Now let’s not keep you waitin’ anymore.” And with that, Elizabeth led the persistently squirming and blushing Isabelle down a winding street and into a dim wooden room with the text “Public Block” crudely stamped on the door. “There ya go, love! Get on with it and we’ll be out in a jiffy.” stated Lizzie with a grin. Isabelle wasn’t convinced however. Unlike the bathrooms she’d know throughout her entire life, there were no stalls here. Just one long metal trough, through which water seemed to periodically flow. “U-Um… where do I…?” she tired. Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Well I reckon's it’s more than obvious what ya gotta do ‘ere love. Pull your pants off, squat down 'alfway and go. I mean really, it ain’t that ‘ard!” she chuckled. Isabelle gulped, nervously stepping forward to the trough and steeling herself for the experience. Normally, she wouldn’t even consider going in something like this. It was too public and far too dirty, let alone the fact that she’d have to partially stand (something which she was most unaccustomed to), but her bladder was already full to bursting and she didn’t want to risk leaving in search of another bathroom, let alone the embarrassment of trying to explain the problem to someone like Lizzie. In her hesitation though she was once again interrupted by the girl. “Gosh lassie, if you’re gonna take this bloomin’ long I might as well go too. Scooch over, would ya?” she said as she shuffled closer and turned her backside towards the trough, grasping the edges of her pants as she did so. “W-Wait! Would you… let me go first please? I… really don’t want to wait…” said Isabelle as her potty dancing intensified. She was however met with a look of utter bewilderment from Lizzie, who had stopped in her tracks midway through pulling her pants down. “…What are you on about? “Go first”? This some kind ‘a weird greenleg thing, eh? It’s a block drain, love, it’s meant to be used by lots a’ folk at once, got it?” “C-Could you please just wait outside until I’m done?” pleaded Isabelle frantically. Lizzie shot her a deeply annoyed look and pulled her pants back up, turning towards the door. “Ugh, fine, whatever! Just don’t take too long, ‘kay? I got stuff I need to get on with too. Oh, and try not to get your throat slit while your back’s turned. Folk’s ‘round ‘ere take what they can get, if ya see what I mean.” she smirked. Isabelle went white. “Um… okay, could you also make sure nobody else comes in here while I’m… relieving myself?” Lizzie let out a very audible sigh. “Fine, fine, I was just fibbin’ I was, but whatever makes ya happy, greenleg. God, you’re a pain in the arse...” she said as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Alone now, Isabelle quickly unbuckled her pants and pulled them down, pushing her backside out over the metal drain. She felt how desperately she needed to go now. All that waiting had really taken a toll on her body… She closed her eyes, relaxed her bladder and… nothing. She repositioned herself and relaxed again. Still nothing, other than a much more pressing need. She was now starting to panic, why couldn’t she go? Was she just too nervous, or was it that her body was unused to peeing in such a strange position? She had squatted down in the woods plenty of times, but she’d never done it standing up like this, nor had she done it in such a public place before. She stuck her backside out further and pushed. A jet of urine shot out from between her legs, hitting the metal and making a very audible splattering noise. She froze up, her need now getting even worse thanks to the slight taste of relief she had achieved. Finally, she tired squatting down as low as she could without her privates actually touching the cold, damp metal beneath her. She relaxed, closed her eyes again, and to her relief a slow, tinkling stream began to leave her exhausted bladder. “Finally…” she mumbled. However just as she had started peeing, the door to the bathroom swung open and to her horror Isabelle saw Lizzie sticking her head through with an exasperated look on her face. “Oi, ya done yet, love?” she shouted. Isabelle shot up, desperately clenching to stop her flow and quickly pulling her pants back up. “N-No! Why did you do that?!” she yelled, shooting Lizzie a look that was equal parts shame and annoyance. “You’ve already been in 'ere for ages! Get a move on, would ya!” “I will if you stop interrupting me!” Isabelle shouted back. Lizzie frowned and slammed the door shut, muttering something about “greenlegs” as she did so. Now Isabelle had a problem however. The unexpected interruption had caused her nerves to flare up anew, and even though she tried to resume her position her body simply wasn’t letting her go anymore, no matter how hard she pushed. She let out a frustrated groan. She was desperate. Her bladder couldn’t take much more, but the pressure she felt from Lizzie and the unfamiliar nature of her situation was too much for her to handle. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long if she simply left, and yet she couldn’t go. Her eyes started frantically scanning for a solution but all she could find in the room was the metal trough and a few old sinks raised much too high for her to even think of using them as toilets. Eventually however, her eyes settled on the far corner of the room, and a thought snaked its way into her mind. What if she just peed on the floor? It wasn’t a great option by any means, and the thought of someone walking in on her like that was almost enough to make her dismiss the idea outright, but she would be able to lower herself into a much more comfortable position if she did, and so her desperately full bladder convinced her to go with it. She quickly hobbled over to the corner, holding herself and wincing with each step. When she made it there she quickly squatted down facing the wall, pulled her pants out of the way, and pushed. This new strategy was far more effective than she had expected as pee began gushing out of her bulging bladder, quickly forming a puddle in the corner of the little room. She sighed in relief, closing her eyes and imagining being back out in one of the forests of her home, which had so frequently served as a means of relief for her. Her urine had seeped in between the cracks in the floorboards, so her puddle wasn’t too noticeable, but the sheer volume at which she was peeing did cause it to grow to a not insignificant size. Finally, the last few drops had left her body. And so, feeling a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and immense relief she pulled her pants back up, fastened her belt and left the bathroom. Lizzie was leaning against the wall outside, and quickly pushed past her as soon as she was out. “Honestly, it’s a bloomin’ wonder I didn’t piss my britches waitin’ for ya…” she said as she hurried inside. Isabelle took a deep breath and sighed. She hadn’t expected the city to be this vexing at all. Looking out across it again though, she was reminded of why she had come here in the first place, and assured herself that it was just a case of getting used to it. About two minutes after Lizzie had entered the bathroom she emerged once more, adjusting her pants and straightening her coat, all the while wearing a notiecable look of relief. “Right, all better there now eh, princess?” she said, shooting Isabelle a mocking grin. Isabelle crossed her arms and looked away. “Yes… actually. Much better.” Isabelle responded, refusing to meet the gaze of the smaller girl. “Well then, if I’m all done playin’ nanny to ya I’ll be getting’ back to me’ job if ya don’t mind. Pleasure meetin’ ya.” And with that, Lizzie turned and began walking away. Isabelle watched her leave, and after a moment’s consideration she called after the slowly retreating figure of the girl. “Hey, uh… Lizzie?” Lizzie stopped. “Yeh, what is it?” she said over her shoulder. Isabelle looked down at her feet awkwardly. “Um… I just wanted to say… thank you. I… know I probably seem a little odd to you after all this, and I know I got a bit snappy about it but… you did help me out… so thanks.” “Right, right, no trouble.” said Lizzie as she started walking away once more, dismissively waving her hand at the girl. However, to Isabelle’s surprise, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, and after a few seconds wait she turned around and started looking over the much taller girl. Suddenly, she began walking towards her again. Isabelle instinctively took a step back, but before she knew it Lizzie was standing right in front of her, staring up at her face. “Say… you said you was from the country, didn’t ya?” she said, still examining the girl with an intense look of curiosity. “Y-Yes, I’m from the Cascades…” responded Isabelle, somewhat taken aback by the attention she was now receiving. “Right, an' I’m guessin’ you know the area quite well then, eh?” Lizzie continued, a knowing smirk beginning to form across her face. “I- Well yes, I grew up wandering those regions…” “And tell me then, love… what were it that made ya travel right down ‘ere then?” said the girl, moving in even closer to Isabelle’s face. “I-I was… well I just… I was… looking to fly with an airship…” mumbled Isabelle, getting more and more flustered by the second. Suddenly, Lizzie jumped back and clapped her hands triumphantly. “Hah! Just as I’d ‘oped! Well you’re right lucky then, you are, ‘cause it just so ‘appens I fly with a right fine vessel I do, and we just might ‘ave a job for ya, lassie. Now ya might be a greenleg, and a bloomin’ strange one at that, but you do got somethin’ about ya… What say you tag along with me and meet my captain, eh?” she grinned. Isabelle was completely taken aback by the sudden offer, but after a good few moments of consideration, she concluded that she probably wouldn’t get a better shot at making her dream a reality. She nodded hesitantly, and Lizzie hopped to her side and began leading her down the streets once more. “C’mon now you, I reckon the captain’ll take a right shine to ya, if you behave.” Isabelle allowed herself a cautious smile. “Um… thank you, Lizzie. I look forward to it.” Lizze grinned again. “Pleasure’s all mine, Isabelle. Pleasure’s all mine.”
  5. This is really good stuff, dude! Never actually played League (I know, what've I been doing with my life, right?) but I've always found the characters equal parts cute and cool as heck, so getting to see them in a story like this is awesome! As a fellow newbie then I'd just like to say keep up the good work!
  6. Disclaimer: This story contains very minor spoilers for Attack on Titan season 1, and follows the training arc of the 104th cadet corps, prior to Trost. I hope you enjoy! “Stay in formation, cadets! Drift too far apart during a mission and the whole squad could be titan food in seconds!” shouted the instructor. The 104th cadet corps was undergoing one of their most grueling tasks to date; a simulation of an actual mission into titan territory. The task was an all-day affair, and the cadets were expected to ride in formation for several hours at a time, broken up only by a select few 15-minutes breaks, as well as one hour long stop during the latter half of the day. The task was meant to test the physical and mental limits of the unfortunate cadets, and it certainly accomplished that. For one of the cadets though, a girl going by the name of Christa Lenz, it was testing one particular aspect of her body more so than anything. She had felt the need to pee almost since they left in the morning but had pushed it to the back of her mind, dismissing it as “just nerves”. Now however, many hours later the need to relieve herself had become undeniable and almost impossible to ignore. During long haul training exercises like this one, cadets were expected to simply take care of their needs in the woods during the short breaks they were provided with during the day, but for some reason Christa had been overcome with a sense of embarrassment and nervousness every time the thought had crossed her mind. Even though it was expected, the thought of her new comrades seeing her scurry off and knowing that she was about to squat down amidst the trees and pee made her feel very uncomfortable. On top of that, she really didn’t want to leave the group and go off on her own, even if it was just for a minute or two. She shifted in her saddle, gripping it a little tighter with her legs and silently cursing herself for being so anxious about something like this. She was shaken from her self-pitying state by the booming voice of her instructor, a tall and somewhat intimidating looking woman in her late twenties. “Cadet Lenz! If you wanna let yourself fall behind like that then be my guest, but don’t act surprised if you end up being chewed to pieces in the jaws of the enemy once you’re out there for real!” Christa snapped herself upright, causing the liquids in her slowly filling bladder to jostle and sending a small wave of pressure over her. “Um- I’m sorry, ma’am!” she responded, quickly trying to reapply some pressure between her legs to accommodate her body’s new position. “You will be sorry soon enough if you don’t get a grip, now are you gonna move your ass or are you expecting the whole formation to slow down to make up for your deficiencies?” the instructor questioned. “N-No, I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again! I won’t hold anyone back on my behalf!” “Good to hear, now get to it!” the instructor shouted, turning her mount back to the side of the formation to resume her watch over it. Christa rode back up to her position too and made sure to stick to it this time. However, keeping up and staying focused was becoming increasingly difficult, as her bladder steadily became more and more stretched. It had now transitioned from a noticeable pressure to a dull pain, constantly pushing for release. She let out a stifled groan. She’d never been great at holding it in even at the best of times, often finding herself making a desperate dash for the toilets just seconds before her bladder gave up, but this was different. She couldn’t discreetly sneak off down a winding street and rush into a closed stall here, if she wanted to relieve herself she’d have to simply walk off in full view of her comrades and go on the ground. Although, even if she plucked up her courage enough to do that, she couldn’t do anything while she was still on horseback. The next break wasn’t for another 20 or so minutes at least, but Christa knew she didn’t have a choice but to hold it. She closed her eyes and clenched her lower body, trying to ease some of the discomfort which now constantly plagued her straining bladder. Whatever the case, she thought, she was not going to let anyone know how badly she had to go. Unbeknownst to Christa however, her need had been noticed. Riding just a few positions away from her was another cadet. She was much taller than Christa, with dark hair tied at the back and freckles dotting her face. She had been sneaking glances at Christa all day, and it didn’t take long at all for her to notice her shifting, straining, and the slight blush that was slowly forming across her cheeks. “Enjoying the show, Ymir?” came a gruff voice from behind her. She turned her head and scoffed. “Apparently I’m not the only one, Reiner. Tell me, what would our comrades think if they learn that their dear, stoic, loyal friend is secretly a raging pervert?” she retorted with a smirk. Reiner didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. “I’m just lookin’ out for the girl. Hate to say it, but she’s not really soldier material.” he stated matter-of-factly. “Yeah, well that’s most of us, I reckon. After all, not everybody’s got meat for brains like you, big boy.” “…You should stop staring at her. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be bothered.” said Reiner after a brief pause. Ymir shot him an annoyed look before turning her head back towards the struggling Christa once again. “Tch… Well aren’t you sweet to worry about her so much. I’ll take it under advisement.” she sarcastically mumbled. “Just play nice and we won’t have a problem. Break’s in twenty, I’ll see you then.” Reiner said, as he rode back to take up his own position once more. “Mind your own damn business…” muttered Ymir, not really caring if he was still in earshot. As the break drew near, Christa was becoming more and more frantic. She now had to continually focus on holding herself so as not to let any of the contents of her bladder escape into her pants, and she was getting fuller by the second. They still had a few hours until they were back at base, and she’d started to realize that she’d end up wetting herself long before then if she kept waiting, no matter how hard she tried not to. For now, she was just desperately focused on trying to hold out until they stopped. Then, just maybe, she could make it out into the seclusion of the forest they’d be staying in without anyone noticing. The idea of being alone in the woods still made her feel afraid, but her bursting bladder was beginning to numb that fear. Just then, she heard a shout from the edge of the formation. “Five minutes until we stop, cadets! Keep pushing forward!” “Okay… you can do this… just five more minutes…” she quietly told herself, but the mere hint of relief being close made her bladder contract in protest, forcing a few drops out of her. She went bright red and clenched her legs together against the saddle as hard as she could to keep any more from escaping. The slight taste of release had however made her need immeasurably more urgent, and the thought of just letting it all out in her saddle had wormed it’s way into her mind. It’s not like she’d be the first scout to pee herself, after all, and at this rate she wasn’t even sure if she’d make it another five minutes. She shook her head firmly. “No, no way I’m doing that!” she defiantly whispered, as if verbally ordering her pee to stay right where it was. Her body, however, had other ideas. Just as they were approaching their stop, her focus was momentarily drawn from her desperately clenched urethra by another announcement from the instructor, telling them all to prepare to dismount and take care of any business they had. With her focus now elsewhere, her bladder relaxed just ever so slightly, and without warning a stream of pee shot out and started rapidly spreading along her underclothes. She quickly realized what was happening and tensed her urethra as much as possible, quickly pulling a hand from her reins and holding herself with it, just about managing to stop the flow in the process. “O-Oh no-!” she squeaked, looking down at her crotch to see if it would be visible. Fortunately for her, the thick fabric of her underclothes had soaked up her little mistake, and no one would be the wiser. However, she knew now that she couldn’t wait much longer and what with how much pee she was holding she felt quite confident that there was no fabric in the world that could keep that hidden if she did wet herself. As the formation came to a halt in a little clearing, Christa was one of the first to jump off her horse and land on the hard forest floor beneath, the impact of which traveled up through her legs caused yet another spurt to escape from her now overflowing bladder. The instructor turned to address the crowd of exhausted cadets. “Alright all of you, fifteen minutes and I want you back in the saddle! Break out your ration packs and take a quick breather. Next stop’s another two hours away so if you need a piss, do it now!” That last part really didn’t help Christa in her desperate state. She waited a few more minutes as everybody else settled down to eat and rest, and as soon as she thought nobody was looking she turned away from the group and began stiffly walking off into the woods, wincing and whimpering with each step, getting closer and closer to peeing herself. As she reached the edge of the clearing however, she froze. She looked off into the dark, foreboding woods and felt a resurgence of the fear and anxiety that had kept her from relief the past few stops. But she couldn’t wait anymore. She felt sure that if she didn’t go now, she’d end up peeing before the break was even up, let alone during the wait for the next one. And yet she simply couldn’t bring herself to walk off into the dark. At this point, she was swinging her hips side to side, almost doubled over and hands pressed into her crotch with all her strength in a desperate attempt to hold it in until she could pluck up the courage to go. She was stepping from foot to foot, biting her lip, anything to keep the floodgates sealed. Then, suddenly… “Wow, where’d you learn to dance like that, sweetie?” Christa spun around and straightened herself out in an instant, ‘causing another very long spurt to spread across her pants as she did so. “A-Ah, Y-Ymir, right? Just now I… I wasn’t-“ she awkwardly stammered, trying to think of a plausible excuse for her display. “Oh, spare me. It’s obvious you’re dying for a piss, right? Why not just go? I mean, it’s not like there are actual titans out there to be scared of so what’s the deal?” Christa went bright red and turned her head down, her body beginning to shake as she tried in vain to keep still. “I… I don’t have to… do that. I-I mean, I’m f-fine for now…” Ymir scoffed at her. “Hah, right, sure. I’m certain you’re just practicing those little potty dance moves in case you ever start up an entertainment act for the folks in the military, yeah? And that wet spot on your pants, that’s just from some water your spilled while we were riding, huh?” Christa looked down. Sure enough, a very pale yellow stain was now very much visible on her white cadet’s pants. Starting to tear up, she was far too embarrassed to even try to justify herself anymore. “Seriously, how’d you let it get this bad? Do you just do this for fun, or do you actually like to think of yourself as much too demure to pee in the woods like everyone else? Wow, talk about-“ “Would you stop! Why do you even care?” Christa suddenly snapped back. This seemed to catch Ymir off guard. She looked shocked for a moment, before lowering her eyes and turning away. After a noticeable pause, she spoke again. “It’s just bugging me to watch, that’s all…” She sighed and turned back to the still dancing Christa. “Look sweetie, I gotta go too, so if you really can’t bring yourself to just pee like a normal person how about we go together?” Now it was Christa’s turn to look shocked. Ymir was always teasing her, and she never really seemed to care much about what happened to others at all, so what was this all of a sudden? “A-Are you joking? Why would you offer that?” she questioned. Ymir shrugged. “Beats watching you be dumb and hold it when you don’t need to, I guess. Look, it is what it is so take it or leave it. I’m going either way.” “Are you kidding?! T-There’s no way I could p-pee in front of another girl! That’s way too- ah!” Christa ranted, as another spurt dampened her pants. Ymir scoffed again and began walking into the woods. “Suit yourself, unlike you I’m not waiting anymore. Feel free to tag along, but if you’re gonna change your mind do yourself a favor and make it happen before you piss yourself.” she said as she passed the desperately squirming girl. Christa watched her walk away with a frantic look in her eyes. Her bladder was screaming for relief, her whole body shaking and twisting as she tried to keep herself from having a full-blown accident. She couldn’t wait any longer. She was spurting continuously now, and she could feel her control starting to slip. She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “W-Wait, p-p-please! I’ll- ah! I’ll come with you!” she shouted after Ymir. She didn’t stop, she simply looked back over her shoulder and smirked. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The two of them began walking away from the group. Ymir kept a steady stride, barely betraying her own need, while Christa hobbled after her, tripping and stumbling constantly as every once of her focus was on keeping what little control she still had over her failing bladder. After about a minute, Ymir stopped and looked around. “Perfect. Nobody’ll see us here.” she said as she started undoing the straps that fastened her pants. A moment later, she pulled her pants down, squatted down low on the ground, and started to pee, letting out a low sigh as she did so. As she began relieving herself, she looked over at Christa. She was struggling considerably with her uniform, frantically clawing at the straps and buttons, panting and groaning as she did so. The stain across the front of her pants seemed to be growing noticeably every few seconds now. Ymir raised an eyebrow. “Hey uh… you doing alright there?” “I-I can’t get it off! O-Oh no-! It’s c-c-coming out!” she squeaked in a panicked voice. “U-Um, well I can’t really help you right now. Kinda busy here, sweetie. Just… take those two straps off over your shoulders!” Christa did as she said, and just about managed to get the straps off, but the slight way she had to contort her body to do so made her lose what little control she had left over her bladder. She started peeing full force into her pants, and desperately yanked them down. In her haste however, she had failed to grasp hold of her underclothes and fell backwards, landing butt-first on the ground, legs spread wide and urine hissing uncontrollably from between her legs. A puddle began forming on the forest floor beneath her as she finally gave up on even trying to hold it, turning her head down as she stifled a moan. Ymir was speechless. A part of her did feel bad watching the girl in such a pathetic state, but there was another part of her mind that found it almost… cute? She shook her head as she kept peeing. When she finished she shook herself off and walked over to the smaller girl, who was still uncontrollably flooding the ground around her. “Uh… so like… um… you okay?” Ymir managed, turning her gaze away from the spectacle as she began to blush. Christa couldn’t respond. She was stuck between gasping, sobbing, and moaning as she continued to empty her overstretched bladder. She’d never felt more embarrassed in her life, and yet the pleasure of letting it all out after so long was overwhelming. She had never felt relief like this before, even when pushed to what she previously thought was her absolute limit. On top of that, it just kept coming. She peed for what felt like an eternity until the last few drops finally left her bladder. She let out one final sigh, and then started to sob. She had just pretty much wet herself in front of one of her comrades. Even worse, it was Ymir. She knew that she’d be teased about this for the rest of her life in the military. “Hey, uh… Christa.” Ymir said softly, but the blushing girl was far too embarrassed to even so much as look at her comrade, let alone respond. How could she let this happen to herself? She was supposed to be fighting titans, and she couldn’t even control her own body. Her mind flashed back to all the times she’d nearly wet herself growing up, every mad dash to the toilet and every near miss. Nothing had changed. She was still the same useless little girl. She didn’t deserve to fight with her comrades. Maybe it’d be best if she just- “Hey! I’m talking to you!” Christa looked up to see Ymir standing over her. “Y… Ymir… Please don’t-“ “Don’t tell anyone? Are you seriously worrying about that right now? Like I’d ever share a story like this with any of those creeps in our squad! No way, sweetie, this one’s staying with me.” she laughed. “Ymir! I-It’s not funny! I just… I-I just…” “Yeah, you just basically pissed yourself, big deal.” “W-What…?” Christa asked, amazed that she wasn’t being teased for once. “I mean, you know why it happened, so just don’t be a stubborn dumbass about it next time and there won’t be anything for you to worry about, right? Besides, pretty much everyone wets themselves at some point in life. It’s how we learn.” Christa wiped her tears and thought about what she was hearing for a second. “Does that mean that you’ve…?” Ymir started to laugh loudly. “Damn right I have! Come on now, I reckon break’s almost over so let’s head back to the group. I’ll tell you all about when it happened to me while we walk.” she said as she strode past the girl and back towards the clearing. Christa allowed herself a gentle smile. “If… you like. Um, but… Ymir? What about my… pants?” Ymir turned back and flashed her a smirk. “Don’t worry. As soon as you’re back in the saddle, nobody’ll be the wiser. Now, about that story I had for ya…”
  7. Warning: This story contains spoilers for Attack on Titan season 1. If you haven't watched it I highly recommend you do so before reading this! The story is set at the very start of the Female Titan arc, and as such follows the events of the Trost arc. It is also a non-profit transformative work, and as such falls under fair use. I hope you enjoy! The candlelight flickered, casting intermittent shadows across the small study, which had begun to grow dark as the sun hung ever lower in the sky. Rays of dim crimson light still hung across the fields outside the barracks which had recently become the base of operations for a small branch of the Scouts. Hange was however far too focused on her work to notice the sunset. Page by page, she was sorting through and meticulously studying a towering pile of documents she had collected on the titans and what little was known about their origin, hoping to find something, even just one tiny detail that’d give humanity an edge in the battles to come. Heaven knows we need it. She thought. The titan incursions over the past few years had demoralized the remnants of humanity almost to the point of giving up, and though the recent recapture of Trost had given some hope, many remained disgruntled. For the Scouts however, this was a time of change. Commander Erwin had begun discussing plans for an expedition into the long lost territory of Wall Maria, and this had instilled a mix of dread, apprehension and cautious optimism into almost all those who were privy to it. For Hange however, the only thing she truly felt was excitement. Regardless of how the mission went, it was all but guaranteed that there would be plenty to study from the outcome. Couple that with the recent discovery that it was in fact possible for humans to transform into titans, and the possibilities for what might be found out there were staggering. She took another gulp from the large pot of black tea she had brewed for herself in preparation for the evening’s study session. These next few months should be very interesting indeed. Suddenly, her musing was interrupted by the sound of the study door opening. It was Moblit, Hange’s trusted aide. The best word she could think of to describe his appearance was “drained”. His eyes hung low, his hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes. “Section Commander, your presence was expected at the on-site briefing over an hour ago…” he said in a tone that was equally apathetic and frustrated. “Ah, my bad! Then again, you look like you managed it just fine on my behalf, eh?” Moblit did not look impressed. “So fill me in, what’re the bigwigs throwing at us this time?” “Well, the main subject of discussion was that there’s a group of new recruits from the 104th cadet corps that are set to arrive this evening, I believe the Commander wants us to prepare them as best we can for a possible mission outside Wall Rose, as well as talking to them about our advanced formations and titan behavior.” Hange’s eyes lit up. “New recruits… 104th… Tell me, Eren Yeager wouldn’t happen to be one of those recruits, would he?” Moblit shook his head. “I’m sorry Section Commander, but he’s been sent to train with Levi Squad for the time being. He’s being prepared for departure as we speak.” Hange leaned back and groaned loudly. “Aw, come on… How come shorty gets to have all the fun? I mean yeah, he’s good at dissecting titans but he doesn’t seem interested in understanding them at all! Kind of a waste, if you ask me.” “I’m sure Commander Erwin will want you down there too soon enough.” Stated Moblit. “Well whatever happens, I’m not letting Levi cut my most prized new specimen to pieces. At least, not without me watching…” Hange mumbled as she let a feverish grin creep across her face. Moblit simply sighed. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance. I’ve got a written transcript of the briefing for you here. Also, they’re expecting you to meet with the new recruits tomorrow so please make sure you get enough rest. And…” he paused “Try to take care of your… other needs as well, Section Commander.” Hange scoffed. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I always do my best work with an empty stomach and a full bladder!” she proudly declared. When Moblit still appeared unconvinced she switched her approach. “Look, I’ll be fine. I’ll make sure to take care of myself… within reason, of course. You should go get some rest now, Moblit.” Moblit gave her one last concerned look, and then turned to leave. “I suppose that’s the best I’ll get… Goodnight, Section Commander.” With that, he closed the door to the study, and Hange resumed her work. Minutes turned to hours as she continued working her way through the papers, completely neglecting the transcript Moblit had brought her with a half-hearted mindset of “I’ll deal with it later”. As time passed, she kept absent mindedly gulping down her tea, and it wasn’t long before her body began to react. It started as a dull pressure in her abdomen, far too weak to draw her attention away from her reading, but it soon graduated to a steady, pulsing pain stretching across the length of her bladder. Still she paid it no mind, although her foot had already begun to tap rhythmically on the floor as she shifted her weight in her seat. Finally, as she reached the end of a particularly boring and (to her mind) pointless paper on titan physiology, she became aware of her body’s increasingly pressing need. “Right, bathroom breaks.” She muttered, remembering what she’d told Moblit. As she stood up however, the change in position sent a sharp jolt through her bladder, causing her to double over and jerk her arms down toward her crotch instinctively. In her haste, she knocked the giant teapot over, spilling it’s contents over a stack of documents she had yet to read. “No, dammit, no!” she shouted as she began scrambling to recover the papers, frantically shaking the liquid off them and drying them off with the sleeves of her shirt. Finally, she had them all back in order but just as she was almost done assessing the damage and was about to turn away and hurry to the bathroom, her eyes were drawn to a particular point on one of the documents that had now been quite badly stained. It was an old investigation by an unnamed individual into the inner workings of the Order of the Walls. Hange leaned closer, bringing a candle in to discern the smudged letters. She had always dismissed the Order as just crazy, delusional fanatics, and had attributed their prominence within the walls to the fear inspired by the titan attacks. But what if there was more to it than that? What if those obsessive preachers actually knew something? Something they hadn’t shared with the rest of humanity… She had to know. She looked down at her abdomen where a small bulge was starting to jut out as her bladder began to stretch, pulsing in protest to being denied it’s plea for release. “Sorry pal, but it looks like we’re going to have to hold on just a little longer.” She grinned. With that, she sat herself down and began scouring her papers for anything and everything on the Order of the Walls. When she sat down, she had crossed her legs tightly in order to stave off her growing desperation. This had worked alright at first, but her body was growing closer and closer to demanding relief. Within the first 20 minutes, she was shifting around uncomfortably, occasionally bending forward in a subconscious attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her already strained bladder. 30 minutes and she had both her hands firmly planted in her crotch and as the hour drew to a close she could barely sit still, intensely fidgeting, tapping her feet and constantly recrossing her legs. Eventually, as the hour passed, she finally realized she was about to hit her breaking point. She had made the mistake of trying to stretch her back, briefly removing her arms from their position applying pressure between her legs to extend them far above her head. The moment she straightened her back though, a spurt forced it’s way out, spreading along the inside of her underclothes. It only lasted for a second or so, but it was more than enough to snap her attention from her work back to her now bursting bladder. “Ah, damn… okay… this is bad…” She mumbled, feeling herself turn red. As much as she was happy to push her body’s needs to the side in the name of research she had no desire to wet herself. None at all. Using one hand to push herself up (with the other now firmly pushing down into her crotch) she staggered to her feet and felt the liquids being held within her rush against the wall of her urethra. She bit her lip and held it in as hard as she could. This really was getting dire… The study bathroom was just down the hall, but to Hange in her desperate state that journey felt like it’d take an eternity. She hobbled out of the study, feeling a few more drops escape as she did so. “Shit… come on… just a little further now… you can make it…” she began rambling to herself as she held herself with all the force she could muster. Every step now was agony, so much so that she couldn’t help from letting little spurts and drops out with each one. Finally, she reached the bathroom door. She shakily moved her hand toward the handle, grasped hold of it, and pulled. Locked. “No… no, no, no, no don’t you dare- ah!” Another huge spurt violently forced it’s way out of her heavily protesting, overstretched bladder. She started dancing from foot to foot, desperately clenching her urethra to hold back the flood that now felt like it was mere moments from bursting free and soaking her. She loudly banged on the door. “Come ON, whoever’s in there! Not to rush you but this is kind of an emergency here, so unless you wanna help clean up the floor I suggest you get out quick- ah, damn it!” she cried as yet another spurt forced it’s way out. “Ah-um… s-sorry, I’ll be right out! J-Just one more minute, please…” came a very nervous sounding voice from the other side of the door. But Hange didn’t have one more minute. Hange didn’t have one more second. She was in agony, her bursting, leaking bladder stretched well past it’s limits. “No-! You have to… right now… please- ah, no damn it, no!” She was so close. So close to getting the relief she so desperately needed, but she just couldn’t wait anymore. She’d overestimated herself. She made one final attempt to hold it all in, crossing her legs as tight as she could, pushing down on her crotch and clenching herself with every ounce of might left in her body, but it wasn’t enough. She spurted for a few seconds, then again, and then her bladder finally gave out. Knowing what was about to happen (and realizing that she was powerless to stop it) she uncrossed her legs, spread them wide, and cocked her head back as her body took over. There wasn’t any buildup, just a long, powerful stream shooting out from between her legs as all her pent-up urine burst free, flooding her pants within seconds and hissing down into a rapidly growing pale yellow puddle beneath her feet. Though she knew she should feel embarrassed, she had held it for so long that the relief of finally letting go overwhelmed all other feelings and sensations. She sank to her knees and moaned, still peeing full-force. However, as she began to feel her bladder emptying and as her pee started to taper off from an intense hissing stream to a steady flow, she heard the sound of the bathroom door unlocking and swinging open. A blushing young girl stepped out, no older than 15 by the look of her. She had blonde hair, and stunning blue eyes, and was dressed in the typical scout’s uniform. She looked down at the still peeing Hange and gasped, covering her mouth. “Wh- a-are you… O-Oh no, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… I just- I mean, I know this is the study bathroom and it’s reserved but I- we just arrived and everyone else got there first- I mean, all the other bathrooms were full and I just had to- I- well I really had to go and stumbled in here, and well I just- I know you were waiting but I didn’t think you’d- you know, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the girl rambled, almost tearing up in the process. Hange was gently panting in an attempt to regain her breath and calm herself down. “Hey uh… don’t worry about it…” she muttered. “No, I shouldn’t have- I mean I know I could’ve waited if I tried! I could’ve… oh, I really didn’t mean to make you…” the girl cried. Looking over her more thoroughly now, Hange realized that this must be one of the new recruits who were scheduled to arrive this evening. Beginning to regain her composure, she decided that the best course of action would be to try and calm the poor girl down, despite the situation she had accidentally caused. She felt the last few trickles leave her exhausted bladder, and staggered to her feet, meeting the girl’s eyes. “Hey, don’t sweat it. You’re… one of the recruits form the 104th, right?” The girl nodded, and Hange smiled. “Ah, well then it’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m Section Commander Hange Zoe, but you can just call me Hange, if you like. Normally I’d offer a handshake but I’m… pretty sure you don’t want my pee on your hands.” She laughed, trying to put on a good natured smile. The girl went even more red, but she did allow herself a small, nervous smile. It was at this point however that Hange noticed something else. The girl was subtly stepping from foot to foot, occasionally crossing her legs. “I’m uh… guessing I interrupted you before you had the chance to finish there then, didn’t I?” Once again, the girl gave a very short, embarrassed nod, softly pushing one of her hands in between her legs. “Tell you what then, I don’t want you worrying about this going forward. I mean, it’s pretty much my fault for waiting as long as I did rather than just going, so let’s just forget it, alright? That said, I’d hate for you to have to struggle with it too, so you head back in there and finish up. Now you’re right that this particular bathroom is technically off-limits to recruits and anyone who isn’t using the study, but I’ll give you a pass on one condition… I want you to tell me your name.” The girl looked up as the apprehension in her gaze began to fade. “Oh, um… It’s Christa. Christa Lenz.” She said quietly. “Christa Lenz, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance! I look forward to sharing everything I’ve learned about titans with you and your comrades in the days to come. Now, go take care of that predicament of yours, would you?” The girl smiled sheepishly, muttered a quiet “thank you”, then hurried back inside the bathroom. As Hange turned and began walking away, she heard a quick, even slightly frantic rustling of fabric, followed by a muffled hissing sound and a gentle sigh of relief. She grinned. “Now then, I believe a change of clothes is in order…”
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